THE FALLEN 😈CAMI O'CONNELL😈

Bloody Confession

"You know...you would have had a better chance at living if you had just done told me where they are, Taylor." I voiced grabbing a tuft of hair as I lifted the head of a man bound to a chair by wolfsbane-laced rope. He was beaten, battered, and covered in his own blood. I got into his face. "F--Fu--Fuck...you." He groaned spitting blood into my face. I closed my eyes before wiping it away. I stood up dropping his head. "I see." I stated before turning around to a table covered in torture devices. I picked up a pair of pliers and examined them. "Werewolves are known to remarkably heal themselves rather quickly after a while. But...how much do you want to bet...that you can't regrow your limbs? Hmm?" I asked him turning around.

His eyes widened looking at the pliers in hand. "Oh...scared are ya? Yeah...I thought so." I voiced before grabbing his finger and placing it between the pliers. "Now...you gonna fuckin' talk or do you want to be known as the "Fingerless Werewolf"? Or perhaps the "Handless One" would better suit you? Hmm?" I threatened squeezing the pliers as he screamed in pain. "ANSWER ME!!! WHERE ARE THEY?!" I spat. "I don't know man! I swear!" He cried out. "LIES!" I screamed pulling the pliers a bit. The man screamed out. "Where. Are. They?" I snarled. "I don't know." He whimpered. I nodded my head in silence before forcibly ripping his finger off. The man cried out in agony as he writhed in pain. "Maybe that'll jog that memory of yours." I said. "Or do you need to lose more than your fingers? Maybe I'll just snip off whatever is between your legs. How's that sound, lad?" I asked. "PLEASE GOD! NO!" He shouted trying to break out. "Oh. You're mistaken. There is no God, here. Only the Devil." I said with a emotionless expression.

HOURS LATER

"I do have to say...you're stubbornness and resistance is something to be commemorated. However...it is getting me nowhere. So...time we bring out the big boy toys." I said before unveiling a shotgun. "Fuck you, Tommy. Fuck you." He spat. Something inside me snapped. I appeared before him a crushing grip on his throat and wild look in my eyes. "NEVER CALL ME THAT NAME!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?!" I raged pressing the barrel of the shotgun under his jaw. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please. Please. I just want to go home, man." The man begged.

"Too fucking bad, mate. You ain't going anywhere until I find out where the rest of my fucked up family are." I spat. "And unlike you...I have all the time in the universe. You see...Consider this interaction...a glimpse of your future." I explained. "My what?" He asked. "Oh right. You don't know yet. Right. You...my backstabbing friend...will not go to the Other Side when you die." I answered. "What are you talking about? All supernatural go to the Other Side." He stated. "Not the guilty ones. All those people...get to the Other Side...yes...but only for a moment. Just to show them what they could have had if they did some good in their fuckin' life. Then...they are ripped out of that realm and pulled down below to suffer an eternity in the lowest...darkest...pit of Hell...where I will be waiting for you with a fuckin' gun in my hand to blow your fuckin' brains out over...and over...and over again. Just like you did to your poor wife, Jessie." I explained walking around him. "What?" He whispered. "She was a beautiful woman, wasn't she?" I voiced. "I didn't kill Jess." Taylor voiced. "Oh come on now, don't lie to me. You can't lie to me. It's impossible. I invented it. You have a better chance of surviving death than lying to me, laddie." I spat.

"I didn't kill her!" He said adamantly. "What did I just fuckin' tell ya? Huh?! DON'T FUCKING LIE TI ME!" I raged conjuring a silver knife and slamming the blade into the top of his hand pinning it the arm of the chair as he screamed.

"I DIDN'T KILL HER!" He shouted. "YOU KILLED HER IN COLD BLOOD! ADMIT IT!" I countered. "NO!" He argued. "SHE CAUGHT YOU FUCKIN' SOME OTHER WOMAN IN HER APARTMENT!" I fumed. "NO, I DIDN'T!" He stated. "AND YOU PANICKED WHEN SHE SAID SHE WAS DONE WITH YOU! SO YOU KILLED HER! RIGHT THEN AND THERE! WITH A FUCKING SHOTGUN TO HER FUCKING HEAD!" I snapped. "SO WHAT?! YOU WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME FUCKING THING!" Taylor shouted back. "DO NOT COMPARE ME TO YOUR FUCKING FILTH! YOU AND I ARE NOT THE SAME!" I spat before cocking the gun and aiming it at him.

"Waitwaitwaitwait!! WAIT! WAIT! I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! I CAN TELL YOU WHERE THEY ARE!" Taylor said. "Oh, do pray tell." I voiced. "Mystic Falls!" He shouted. "Oh really?" I asked. "Yeah. They're all there." He answered. "Strange...because last I checked...Klaus and Elijah were last seen in New Orleans fighting Klaus' adoptive son Marcellus Gerard and a coven of witches all while protecting a pregnant werewolf that Klaus drunkenly fucked." I explained before Taylor's eyes went wide. "So...guess what you just did, Taylor?" I asked him holding the shotgun up slowly in front of his face. "Please." He whimpered. "Ya lied." I growled before pulling the trigger. "Please don-" Taylor started before he was silenced by the discharge of the shotgun. Blood splattered all over the wall behind him.

"I only wanted to take you down, Taylor. I already knew my family were. I just wanted to give you one last chance to confess. But you did what you always did...you disappointed me." I said before leaning the shotgun against my shoulder and walking to the exit of the warehouse, passing dozens upon dozens of corpses. Corpses of werewolves I slaughtered in search of Taylor who was hiding out here. "MARCIE! Get your fuckin' ass down from the bloody rooftop and let's get a move on, eh! We got a family to kill. And a city to destroy." I said before a beautiful woman appeared beside me with a flutter of wings. "You sure took your sweet ass time with him." Marcie voiced. "I like to out on a show." I said before the two of us entered a stark white Aston Martin Vantage and drove off.